Fuse

nine | g-wagon

S P E N C E R J A M E S O N

The streets seem so empty at night. It's nice though. It gives you the change to really see the city. It's almost peaceful. I often think that the night is more alive and more colored than the day.

One of my favorite quotes is from Les Misérables, 'even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.' No matter how bad things are at home, I know that the sun will continue to rise and give me another chance.

The car slows down when we pull up to a large building complete with glass windows. He pulls into an underground parking lot and turns the engine off. It's quite empty down here, only a few flashy cars parked near each other.

We both get out and I glance at all of the different models. BMW's Audi's, a G-Wagon, Ferrari's, Bentleys.. it's like a posh showroom down here. "Which ones your favorite?" He asks and I point over to the G-Wagon.

"I've always wanted one in khaki green" I say and he looks at me amusingly.

He locks the car and looks over at me, "interesting choice. I might have to get that next time."

My eyebrows raise and I turn to face him "what? That's yours?" I and he smiles.

"They're all mine."

Oh. Sorry Christian Grey.

"Come on" he gestures to the elevator and we step inside. I watch as he presses the button and the doors close, taking us to what looks like the top floor. When the doors open my mouth does the same.

This is a penthouse.

He walks out and I follow him as my eyes stare in every possible direction. It's dark but not too dark. The floor is dark and marble, platformed up to the living area which is sectioned off by two steps. The furniture is grey and very masculine. It's neat and extremely lavish looking. My apartment is nice but seems like nothing compared to this.

"So this is it," he says as he walks in ahead of me, turning to see my reaction.

"It's really nice." I mumble, still pretty shocked and he smiles a little. I continue glancing around until my eyes fall onto his. Such a deep shade of brown. They're almost mesmerising. Warm and inviting. Quite the opposite to Marshall's cold and emotionless ones.

"I'll show you to the spare room," he says as he clears his throat. I follow him up the stairs and pause when something catches my eye.

"You have a son?" I asked as my eyes roam over a blue room filled with toys.

"A nephew. He stays over sometimes so I figured I just give him his own room." He must only be young judging by the toys and the decor. We continue walking until we stop outside the room. "All yours. If you need anything I'll be downstairs."

I nod and watch as he walks back down the hall. My hand turns the handle opening the door to the most beautiful room. The simplicity is what makes it so amazing. Cream walls and matching carpets fill the large space and a few frames hang on the walls of abstract paintings. A king-size four poster bed rest against the back wall, opposite a large plasma TV.

A knock on the door startles me and it opens revealing Kane, a T-shirt in his hand. "In case you didn't want to sleep in your clothes."